Like whether or not Husband and I are becoming That boring old married couple.
Then he reminds me that we spent last night watching fireworks. In the rain.
We played stupid games like calling the next color to explode. Or whether they will be loud or average.
I begged that we try screaming like girls for the grande finale.
We kissed at the especially loud, bright parts.
Husband may or may not have tried to cop a feel. Silly boy.
When he smiles at me and my silly questions,
I know we are doing just fine.
Happy beautiful glorious weekend, lovelies.